Lyrics of 'Mr. California' by Lifeseeker

Well Imma lay it on ya, right upon ya
Coming through with the fondue, is Mr. California
Soakin up the sunshine on the frontline
Of the car lot with instant credit, get it while it's hot

And we'll kick to the slow jams, no plans
Making money out of dreams, look ma no hands
Well you claim you got it, made well, whatever you say, Jack
You try to take it easy, I'm way more than back

So bring your aura down to earth and maybe we can click
Cause flying too high, will leave you three ft. Thick
So I stick (stick) and move cause karate is my course
Yeah I can break a brick in half and I can feel the force

And targets, I lock on like Chuck Norris in the octagon
I kick through windshields and keep rocking on
Because good guys wear black when they're on the attack
And at the beep, the time will be for you to step back

(Just leave a message, maybe I'll call)

Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. (California)
Mr. Califor-n-i-a

Mr., Mr. (California)
Mr. Califor-n-i-a

Mr., Mr. (California)
Mr. Califor-n-i-a

Mr., Mr. (California)
Mr. Califor-n-i-a

Feeling all the mellow good vibrations on my cello
With my girl like Moondoggie and Annette Funicello
I picked up a shell, hello? It spoke to me
Like the phone in my car, strictly rotary

It said the Yin, the Yang, the whole damn thang
Cosmic hot tub of love set off by the big bang
So skip the real juice and enjoy the Tang
And you'll be laughing on the path of the boomerang

I said: Dang that's heavy but I feel it though
Got to remember all that when I'm feeling low
Cause it's a long way to go and and we ain't there yet
Trying to see the sunrise inside the sunset

(Califor-n-i-a, Califor-n-i-a)
(Califor-n-i-a, Califor-n-i-a)

Now it's time to wake the sleeper because minds are getting deeper
As we kick it like a field goal with or sans sneaker
Eureka! Anywhere you go, you're just right there
The warm smell of collita rising up through the air!

Where it's up with the people and down with the man
Hook up some sun beams, get yourself a suntan
And wash on wash off, staying hardcore but soft
Like an avacado, creative leisure is my motto

So with sushi on my platter, it's like 'domo arrigato'
As the wheel in the sky keeps on turning like lotto
We swing, whichever way we want to swing
Like the ping to the pong or the pong to the ping
And when I say we I mean O-U-I
Like the French Riviera, it's mighty fly

Where a girl in a thong, just can't go wrong
But homeboy in the speedo, put your pants back on
Sittin round, stroking, stroking, Baywatch messing up my OP shirt
(Laid back) With my hand on my jimmy and my jimmy in my hand

Mr., Mr. (California)
Mr. Califor-n-i-a

Mr., Mr. (California)
Mr. Califor-n-i-a

Mr., Mr. (California)
Mr. Califor-n-i-a

Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr.